I am a living immortal.

This demon was actually the demon who had once attained enlightenment at the source of Tianbei. He had disappeared since then, quietly suppressing his power while suppressing his power. His power had actually quietly grown by half a step over the years.

The war Di Jun had originally envisioned would actually take place a hundred years from now. After all, by then, all the innate gods would have returned and would be at their peak. A true battle would then ensue with the world. However, in the struggle for the future over the years, he had noticed some anomalies. While these futures couldn't reveal the existence of the pinnacle, they could always detect clues and discord. And often, these discords could indicate the presence of a pinnacle. This thought truly startled Di Jun.

After gathering so many futures, he discovered that there were indeed many such beings. If he really waited a hundred years, their war might occasionally see a peak being emerge from some corner.

One must know that a peak being can truly change the tide of war. Reconsidering the world, he discovered that while the various paths of this era were still developing, their future was undoubtedly no worse than that of the ancient times. Furthermore, the various paths shared a flaw distinct from the previous era: fragmentation. In the past, all the gods knew only a few peak beings, or those about to reach them. But this era was different, resulting in the demon clans, immortals, humans, Buddhists, Shintoists, and demons fighting on their own, unaware of each other's strengths and unwilling to publicly announce their own trump cards.

This led everyone to believe that there weren't many powerful people in this world. But if you looked closely, you'd be shocked to discover that there were actually quite a few such powerful people, far more than you'd imagined.

If the enemy was given more time to develop, their chances of victory would be negligible. Therefore, they had to act before these people grew up. Coincidentally, his idea coincided with Tian Wu's. Thus, the war quietly began between the two of them.

However, Tian Wu, the arrogant fool, disrupted the original plan. Not only did he fail to take back the water vein and severely damage the dragon clan, but he almost got himself involved.

They were all idiots! Trash! But he had to save them.

This is a huge loss, and the peak is the peak.

When Di Jun stood up from the chessboard above time, the Emperor of Heaven and the Saint Lord also stood up at the same time: "Daoyou... where are you going?"

"Hmph! Let's end this round here." Di Jun waved his sleeves. Behind him, ten suns soared into the sky, the true fire of the sun swirled around him, and the stars hung at his side. It was clear that Di Jun was ready to end this endless struggle within time. He had already achieved what he wanted.

We have also found the best entry point from this infinite future.

As time passed, the future he occupied was being eroded by the combined efforts of these two. Unpredictable and unnecessary changes were taking place in the future. It was time to end it, so he raised his hand and overturned the chessboard.

The Heavenly Emperor and the Holy Lord were not surprised. Di Jun wasn't the only one who saw something in the endless passage of time; they too had noticed changes. This chess game was merely a game of stalling for time. Di Jun wanted to extract more helpers from the ethereal realm. Those who had journeyed into the void had left only a few traces at the frontier of time, and these traces were the coordinates for their return.

The Celestial Emperor and the Sage King needed to plant more seeds in the past, waiting for them to sprout in the future. They did a good job. It was this good work that allowed Emperor Jun to advance his war plans. Everything was changing, the unknown interwoven into a web of time and space. From the unknown came the known, and from the uncertain future came the present.

To seize the present is to control the future. This is why this game of time is called the battle for the future.

At this moment, the goal had been achieved. If this continued, the future Di Jun envisioned would likely be overturned, and then the world would truly be ruled by the Heavenly Emperor and the Sage Lord. So, if not now, when would this chess game be overturned?

The Heavenly Emperor and the Holy Lord exchanged glances. What was to come would come. They understood this. Everything would ultimately be decided through combat. This war seemed inevitable. They hadn't feared it yet. Since you wanted to fight, they weren't afraid either. Two against one, how could they possibly lose?

The Emperor stretched lazily. The sun, moon, and stars transformed into robes, and the mountains, rivers, plants, birds, and beasts into long swords. Behind him, the Atlas of the Gods slowly unfolded. The gods responded to his summons and converged to form the authority of heaven and earth. Wherever the sword pointed, heaven and earth abandoned them.

The Holy Lord wore a robe of dark gold and black, one hand holding the Great Seal of the Mountain, the other stroking the Soul-Slaying Sword. His will blossomed into a fiery crimson blossom at his feet, a manifestation of his spirit, a sign of unyielding strength. Beside him, he flipped through the pages of a golden book, listening to the echoes of a desperate counterattack at the end of an era.

Both sides responded with their strongest stances. After all, they faced Emperor Jun, a figure not to be underestimated. Ancient didn't guarantee anything, and youth didn't necessarily mean weakness. Neither side had much confidence in the other, so they launched their attacks at full strength.

The three supreme beings fought fiercely above time.

This entire region was completely shattered into a tangle. Time was nothing more than a plaything for people like them. Moreover, unaffected by the world above time, they could completely unleash their power. Thus, vast stretches of time were seen dissolving into nothingness under the scorching heat of the sun's true fire, yet, influenced by the Sage King's golden book, mystical thoughts emerged from the unknown. These thoughts, from death to life, represented the sword of rebellion against all living beings during this time.

Di Jun snorted coldly. Wherever the sun shone, even thoughts melted. The vast array of stars resisted the Celestial Emperor's single thought, creating a world. Their collision produced the most primordial creation of the universe. Seizing this opportunity, the Sage Sovereign planted a spark. Countless strange creatures emerged from the void, their attempts to transcend time only to be crushed to death by Di Jun's single finger. But from their corpses, ember flowers bloomed again, giving rise to even stranger creatures.

These beings were slain time and again, only to rise again with greater power. Eventually, even Emperor Jun was forced to devote some of his energy to dealing with them. The Sage Lord vividly taught Emperor Jun the meaning of eternal life, achieved only through the immortality of the will.

The destruction of the body is not death, nor is the annihilation of the spirit. They will eventually return from the end to complete their unfinished business. The damage is minor, but it is extremely disgusting.